I went to Lake Murray with my friends earlier this week. It was really nice. All three of us got in a floatie and pushed ourselves towards the deeper part of the lake. It was quiet, for just a minute. I remember I pushed myself down into the water to see who could hold their breath between me and a girl, while the other one sat on the floatie and counted the seconds.
Under the water was peaceful. I saw the plants and my friend's legs. It was quiet because all I had in my ears was water and not noise. I was under there for 27 seconds, but it felt so much longer. I like the water. But I'm scared of it, for some reason. I'm scared of what I can't see, that's all.
When I had my first kiss, I was watching Grey's Anatomy. But, my second kiss was under a pontoon, in the same lake I was at this week. Almost a year ago, now. I was swimming with my friend, and we went under her pontoon, in that small spot between boat tubes. I think about that sometimes. I'm still friends with her, but she's not with me anymore.
It's like, I kept running, and she had to sit down. That's been happening a lot recently. I run, and I don't look back, but others can. They can afford to look backwards, and I can't. I wasn't born with the time to stop and look back.
I was born premature. I should've been born December 25th, but I was born on the 7th. Nowadays I find myself being premature on most other things. I can sit and listen where others can't help but talk.
I've been talking in a tangent. Anyways, at the lake, we all said we would take turns jumping from this dock. Once the first girl jumped in, she said she saw snakes, and we had to pull her back out.
After we got back on land, we got on a kayak and went down this little river. We saw little used satvia cans, and MAGA flags, and enough turtles for all of our three lifetimes. We got to the end, and there was a log arching over the path. We got out of our boat and sat on the log, and talked for a while.
Every time I go to that lake I feel peaceful. It's a nice spot to be at.
Anyways, I've begun to try figure out drawing. I haven't been doing the best but I've been told that my shapes are good. I've also been watching BoJack Horseman. It's very good, and I heavily recommend it to anyone who hasn't watched it already.
I've been hanging out with my best friend, Fletcher, more these days. He's nice and I love him to bits but he's a little anxious. I hope one day I can really prove to him that I love him and that I'm not going to have some weird twist-villian arc.
He's been getting me into the little games he plays. Hylics, Cogdis, Deltarune, and Pseudoregalia. I think it's nice when they show me the stuff they like, because I like him.
At home, I haven't been doing so well. My house quite literally doesn't have a room for me, and I've been splinting for the past few days. Splints + sleeping on the couch = bad.
I guess I should end this soon because it's already pretty damn long.
Until next time... Michael Banks.
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